Chosen by Fate, Rejected by the Alpha Chapter 1159: Chapter 144- Trinity – Orson's Insanity Part 2 (VOLUME 6)

Chapter 1159: Chapter 144- Trinity – Orson’s Insanity Part 2 (VOLUME 6)

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Trinity

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I was once again walking toward Odin. I was going to present as united of a front as I could to Orson and his band of merry maniacs. I needed them all to hear me, to understand the situation, and to know that they needed to give up.

Odin was still standing at his fifteen or so feet. He hadn't shrunk back down yet, probably because he was still a little angry about what had happened earlier. And if he felt the need to defend or attack again, he wanted to be in his larger form. I could only contribute it to ego or something else along that line.

I chose to ignore it for the moment, moving on to the matter that truly needed my attention.

"It's over, Orson." I called out to him. "You've lost. Your weapons are all gone. Your men are all trapped in a protective barrier. None of them can get away, and neither can you." I motioned for Glick and the other law enforcement officers to step forward. "We've had a dangerous standoff here already, but it's over now.

You have to understand that. Do us all a favor and surrender with no more incidents."

"Yes, tiny human." Odin called out in a goading voice. "Give in and let them arrest you. That is what you deserve."

When I turned to look at Odin, possibly to reprimand him, I saw that his face looked to be the one that I saw in the celestial realm before. His features were s.h.i.+fting and it was hard to focus on what he looked like. He had that serious face and the mocking expression, that look of the jokester and the face of an enemy, all faces at once.

Just looking at him was hurting my head, I could just imagine what it was doing to Orson and the others that could see him.

"AHH! AHHH! GAHHH!" They were screaming. The DOE members that had seen his face were crying out in fear, screaming and s.h.i.+elding their eyes. They couldn't handle what he looked like when he wasn't settled on one face at a time. And while they screamed, Odin laughed.

I truly hoped that, no matter how long I lived, I never treated the mortals like that. That I never thought the mental suffering of people was something that was so funny. For a moment, I was truly disgusted by Odin and what he had done, but then I had other things to focus on.

"YOU ARE A MONSTER, THE SAME AS SHE IS!" Orson had started to yell at Odin, pointing at him with an accusatory finger. However, it was almost like something was stopping Orson from continuing his tirade against him.

There was a strange guttural, almost gagging like noise that came from Orson's throat rather than words.

"Grruuuhhh rraagghh hhuuaahh rroogghh." He started to reach for his throat as if something was actually stuck there, like someone or something was choking him. For a moment, I looked at Odin with an angry and accusing glare.

"This is not me, Trinity." He shook his head and instantly shrank down. This time, he was the height that he had been when I saw him the first time, just about six feet tall. And I saw that he looked worried and confused about what was happening. I knew that he wasn't the cause of what was happening.

"Orson?" I called out to him, taking a tentative step forward. I would save him, stop him from choking to death, but he wouldn't be happy with me touching him. "Orson, are you alright?"

"Orson?" Glick called out behind me. "What is happening?"

"Harrison?" Dolan, who used to count Orson as a friend before the man had lost his mind, sounded worried about him.

"Orson?" I called again, and that was when there was an explosive sound that came from the man.

"Haahhuuahh!" It was like a giant sigh with a ma.s.sive expulsion of air at the end. The sound had come from Orson of course, but he sounded different. I didn't understand it for a moment.

"Orson?" I called out again.

"Do not speak to him!" Orson said angrily. "You do not have my permission to speak to the Colonel."

"Him? What are you talking about, Orson?" I shook my head and took one more step toward him. "Are you OK?"

"The Colonel is fine, no thanks to you and the other monsters that are here."

I was confused, that was for sure. All I could do was turn to look at Odin who was standing next to me. He looked equally confused with what was happening at the moment.

"You are failing me, soldier." Orson said, his voice deeper, angrier, and more guttural than it had been prior to his choking incident.

"I am sorry, I am trying. I will fix this." Orson spoke again, but his voice was back to normal now. It was like he was answering himself from before.

"You have no right to try to fix this, soldier." He deepened his voice once more and spoke again.

He was getting to his feet now. He had been on his knees since the moment that he sounded like he was dying, but now he seemed to be having no problem with his legs or balance.

"As I said before, you have failed me, soldier."

"I have not yet failed, General. I swear that I will fix this. I will make it right. I am the Colonel. I will see to it that they all die. All the monsters, all the humans that support them, and even those worthless morons that call themselves my army.

They will all perish. I will kill them all and anyone else that stands in my way."

Orson was talking to himself. And he was doing it in two different voices. They were both clearly him speaking, just a change in the way that he was saying the angrier words. And he was calling himself soldier, the Colonel, and the General. Clearly, he had lost touch with reality and wasn't able to cope with things anymore.

"What is going on?"

"This is weird."

"What happened to him?"

"I..i..is he alright?"

"He's crazy." These comments and more were coming from all over the place. The DOE members and the spectators behind me. They were all confused as to what was happening, and none of us, not even me, knew what to do. We were all forced to just stand there and watch this man's conversation with himself.

"You couldn't find your way out of this situation if it were a straight line and I drew you a map. You're pathetic, Colonel. You're weak and a disgrace to the cause. You don't deserve to wear that uniform." Orson looked down at himself and grabbed the patches that were on the military style uniform that he was wearing. "These no longer belong to you."

"NO!" The weaker and more meek Orson cried out in what seemed like physical pain. "Those are mine! I created this army! I made this into what it is now! You are not the leader here, General! I am the leader.

I am the one in charge. I am the General now, not you! I will be the King! I will rule them all! Me! Not you!"

"SILENCE, YOU INSOLENT LITTLE WORM!" Orson slapped himself across the face with so much force that he dropped to his hands and knees. "YOU ARE WORTHLESS! YOU ARE WEAK! YOU ARE PATHETIC! I DON'T NEED YOU ANYMORE, SOLDIER! I WILL LEAD THESE PEOPLE!

I WILL TAKE THIS ARMY TO VICTORY! AND I WILL BE THE ONE THAT KILLS THOSE MONSTERS!"

I gathered that 'the General' was an alternate personality of Orson. Similar to how he had taken on the Colonel persona that enabled him to commit so many crimes even though he had been a man of the law. However, the General seemed to be a stronger, and much more violent personality. And at the moment, the Colonel and the General, both living inside of Orson, were fighting with each other.

We were all frozen in place as we watched Orson punching himself over and over. The right hand seemed to be controlled by the General while the Colonel controlled the left.

"I am not weak!" He countered as he punched his own face with his left hand.

"You are weak and pathetic." Another punch, this time from the right fist.

"You are shortsighted and idiotic. You have no idea how to lead an army!" Punch from the left.

"You are a spineless piece of s.h.i.+t and a sniveling little worm." Crack!

"I am the best leader these people could ask for! They wouldn't be here if it wasn't for me!"

"You were a start, but I am the best." Back and forth they went arguing and fighting each other, and yet striking the same face with each punch. Orson's nose was broken, both eyes were swollen, and his lips were bleeding. And still he didn't stop.

"I don't need you!" Orson yelled at himself. "I am the one that is in charge here. I am the one that will rise to the top. It has always been me."

"You are mistaken, Soldier. I am the one that doesn't need you."

Before I knew what was happening, the side controlled by the General reached behind Orson's body and grabbed something. It was at his throat and already sliding across his flesh before I processed the images that I was seeing.

The General had taken a knife and pressed it to Orson's throat. He had just slit his own throat. Orson, the Colonel, and the General, all personas in the same body, were now dying right before me.

I rushed forward, along with several others. I needed to stop the bleeding and keep Orson alive. If he died like this, then I wouldn't succeed in my mission. I wouldn't be keeping everyone alive here today.

"Orson!?" I called out to him as I caught his body. He hadn't even hit the ground yet, so I should still have time. Or so I had hoped.

The cut in Orson's throat had been too deep. He had cut so far that he was dead before he was even done with the slice. It was almost as if he hadn't even felt what was happening to him and was able to cause himself instant death.

"Orson!" I called his name again, but it was beyond too late.

I had failed. I hadn't managed to save everyone here. Orson would never be tried for his crimes. He would never face justice. It was over, but I had failed.

What was I going to do now? What were the humans going to think of me now? How was I going to keep this from negatively affecting the others? There was just too much going through my mind at this very moment. And it was made worse by the fact that I was crying.